HCB Chapter 94 3 Captains
Chapter 94 3 Captains
"Make a simple fire stove, and if the house is too damp in a few days, light a fire to drive away the cold."
Anjiu had played with mud when he was very young, but he had long forgotten how to make it. He could only rely on his imagination to make shapes little by little.
But the more you look at this, the more problems you'll see.
In the end, it was grandma who took action, slowly and carefully shaping the prototype, and then handed it to Anjiu to do the delicate work of smoothing it out.
"I've made this before. If you can mix some grass roots into it, it will be stronger. This is not strong enough and will crack after burning a few times."
But now there is nothing in the wilderness outside except dry grass, so we can only make do with what we have.
An Jiu said, "I'll bring back some more soil tomorrow. If it's easy to crack, I'll make a few more. Mining provides water, so I don't mind using it."
After placing the finished clay model under the window to ventilate and dry, Anjiu helped his grandmother walk to the door and taught her step by step how to open and close the door lock.
"Here are two keys. I'll leave one for you. This lock is the most important. No matter who comes, they can't open the door," An Jiu said seriously. "As long as the lock cannot be opened, no one can get in unless they use violence."
After letting grandma operate it once, and after she became a little proficient, Anjiu whispered to her that the other locks were actually decorations to deceive people - anyone with one hand could pass through the iron gate, and it could be opened by simply trying to turn it.
Chain locks are still the safest.
Grandma studied hard, but she looked confused and it was obvious that she was having trouble accepting new things.
Anjiu was not in a hurry to let her learn it now. She was still sick and her mind was not clear. It would be more reassuring if she didn't know how to open the door when she went out.
After a quick bite, I drank some wine and stretched my muscles to strengthen today's training.
Mining is hard work. My shoulders and head are sore and painful at the end of the day. When doing push-ups and sit-ups, the slightest bit of tension will cause me to break out in a sweat.
But it is still far less dangerous than the other world.
After taking the medicine, grandma sat by the bed and looked after her, feeling both distressed and relieved.
"It's better to be strong, at least you won't be bullied easily..."
With each push past his physical limits and exercise to exhaustion, Anjiu clearly felt that his body's endurance and strength were increasing.
This benefit allows her to persist longer while mining, rather than having to stop and catch her breath after only a few strikes.
But the downside is that her appetite has increased and she is particularly craving for meat.
Especially during the lunch break in the mine.
An Jiu clenched his fist against his empty stomach and drank a sip of water from time to time to fill his stomach.
When the slightly cold water slides into the esophagus, the irritated stomach feels like it is being thrown into a spin dryer and twisted around.
She leaned against the earthen wall of the corridor and endured it silently.
Today they moved to Mine No. 3, which is more than twice as large as Mine No. 2. In addition to them, there are two other teams.
During the half-time break, the three teams gathered in the designated rest area. Even though Anjiu was sitting at the outermost edge of the team, he was inevitably not far away from the other team members.
In this relatively closed space, when everyone is starving, let alone eating meat, even taking out a steamed bun can smell the fragrance of food.
Apart from drinking water, you can only reduce your activities to conserve your energy.
In the absolutely quiet environment, the sound of the three captains chatting sounded as if they were right next to him.
A team leader: "Mine No. 3 is easier to mine, but it's a pity that it's not our turn to mine it normally. Only in emergencies like this can we find some loopholes and earn some easy contribution points."
The second captain hummed, "Who said it wasn't true? If this happened every day, I would have been promoted to a fourth-class citizen and lived comfortably on the 18th floor!"
"You're just dreaming," a captain turned around and spat, "Fourth-class citizens? If you can, I'll tear my head off and let you kick it like a ball! The only one with hope here is Captain Pu."
The second captain swallowed his curse words and said, "I don't object to what you said. Captain Pu is obviously not an ordinary person. His aura is different from those of us who have crawled out of the mud!"
Pu Huai rolled up his sleeves, scooped water from the bucket in front of them very naturally, and drank it all.
"What's the difference? I am also a person of life."
A captain chuckled and said, "It's really different. Even though I can't explain it, I just know it's different."
Pu Huai seemed to find it funny and shook his head without saying anything.
The two captains exchanged glances.
The second captain also filled a bucket of water from the opposite side and asked, "Captain Pu, which floor did you live on before?"
Generally speaking, as long as you know which level it is, you can roughly guess the citizen's former level.
If Pu Huai was really a high-ranking citizen, that would explain why he had such a wide network of contacts and why his relationship with the captain of the guard was so good that he could get a backdoor.
Furthermore, a former high-ranking citizen fell to the point of working with low-ranking citizens like them. This was like a bridge that allowed Pu Huai to glimpse a corner of the world he had never seen before.
What is the life of a high-ranking citizen like? What dishes will be on the table? Everyone is curious.
So as soon as the second captain finished speaking, countless pairs of eyes looked over.
Lian Anjiu was also curious.
Inside the corridor, the orange flames flickered, and there were small crackling sounds.
Pu Huai's shadow was stretched out very long, his outline blurred under the feet of the crowd, his profile was dyed with a layer of golden color, and the firelight became the embellishment of his eyes.
He didn't need to say anything, the conclusion was already presented.
A captain frowned and scratched his head, then asked, "Are there any interesting things on the floor you lived on?"
"Interesting thing..." Pu Huai's eyes were deep, "I think there is one."
The two captains stepped forward and said, "Tell me about it."
"The person next door to me is a middle-aged man who keeps talking nonsense. He has a catchphrase: 'All diseases cannot escape the needle of enlightenment' and 'one injection will cure them all'. He believes that he can cure all diseases."
"and then?"
"One time when I was on a mission outside, he rushed out from nowhere and gave me an injection while the scene was in chaos."
The two captains were dumbfounded, "Did he really get stabbed?"
Pu Huai nodded.
"then you--"
"Something happened," Pu Huai lifted his sleeves, "After I was stabbed, my eyes blurred and I knew nothing. When I woke up again, I was lying on the car on the way back, but the man was gone."
The two captains leaned in to look at his wrist, making regretful sounds.
The second captain guessed: "Is there something wrong with that person's brain? Or does he have another purpose?"
Pu Huaisong relaxed his grip and covered the marks with his sleeve again. "Perhaps, my contribution points are gone too."
"Ah?" A captain laughed uncontrollably. Perhaps he felt something was not right, and he cursed angrily, "That bastard must be after your contribution! He is deliberately trying to trick you! If I were you, I would have to pull him out and kill him even if I had to turn the hive upside down!"
Pu Huai didn't respond and his expression turned cold.